Suddenly, the heavy scythe shattered in Theron's hands. Water spurted in the surrounding, sparkling like drops of golden dew beneath the rays of sunlight.
"[Water Prison]."
Theron spoke in an ancient language, focusing his mind. He wasn't familiar enough with this new method yet, but even if he was, he still might speak like this to cast faster.
There was a shift in the air just as the sword approached his back, but then the [Water Scythe] enveloped them both, trapping the two in a sphere of rotating water.
Theron leaned to one side, his speed accelerating as the water slowed the assassin.
He was just fast enough, and she had become just slow enough, that the thin blade entered his shoulder.
Theron didn't so much as flinch. In fact, he pressed forward, allowing the blade to enter his body and exit from the other side.
